At one with the One, it didn't mean a thing besides a glass of Guinness on a sunny day.
There was a tacit understanding between them that 'liquor helped'; growing more miserable with every glass one hoped for the moment of relief.
The hands of the guilty don't necessarily tremble; only in stories does a dropped glass betray agitation. Tension is more often shown in the studied action.
I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.